Yan Qingjue stood behind Ye Jinghong, watching this scene, looking at Bei Fenglie's conservative expression, he couldn't help frowning.

He deeply understood a truth, if he didn't want to be treated like this by Night Terror, no matter what, he couldn't be excluded from her heart.

It's just that she will always be so rational and sober, if she is classified as a person outside her heart, then I am afraid that she will not be able to pry open her heart again for the rest of her life.

Yan Qingjue was suddenly a little glad that her skin was so thick, and she couldn't even do it overnight, so she finally pried open a thin crack in her heart.

Night Terror Hong handed the queen bee into Beifenglie's hands and resolutely turned to leave.

Beifeng Lie clenched the queen bee tightly and suddenly laughed at himself.

He remembered that he had hidden the traces of the Night Terror from Ling Ao Tianying, and now he thought about how ridiculous this behavior was. Isn't that ridiculous?

Because he, like Ling Aotian, was the one who would never be able to step into her world.

He just stood in place, watching the Night Terror summon a flying demonic beast, and the two of them jumped up and sat on the back of the demonic beast, and walked away......

This scene, like an unbreakable heart knot and brand, was engraved in Bei Fenglie's heart like this, and it was indelible for a long time.

……

With the Nightmare in place, Night Terror no longer needs any other means of transportation, and the road back to Fulong Island is extremely smooth.

Along the way, Yan Qingjue was quite honest, except for the inexplicable "love words", he didn't say anything further.

When they stood in the passage at the entrance of the dark lake again, Yan Qingjue frowned and said, "Jinghong, why do you want to come back here?" ”

corrected Yan Qingjue countless times and asked him not to call himself Jinghong, but he refused to change his words, and Night Jinghong simply didn't say more.

"Naturally, it's to prepare for entering the Huangquan Ghost Gate, after all, there is only one Nightmare, I'm afraid it's too hard."

After the nightmare Wenyan, two tears suddenly flowed into tears.

Or is it good to have its own owner, will you still worry about whether it is hard or not?

Windmare was extremely moved, and said from the bottom of his heart: "Nightmare, to be able to protect the master, Windmare feels that it is not hard at all, it is an honor for the Nightmare to be able to do his best for the master." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a gaze from behind him, like a blade.

The nightmare suddenly choked, and he wailed in his heart: Whew, Lord Qingzun, where are you looking at it unpleasantly? It didn't say anything, it didn't do anything......

How could Wind Nightmare know that Yan Qingjue didn't like it because it robbed him of his lines.

Such words have been formed in Yan Qingjue's belly for a long time, but he has never had a chance to say them, but he didn't expect them to be preemptively said by the nightmare......

Night Terror Hong didn't bother to pay attention to Yan Qingjue's ugly face and low breath, she gently patted the nightmare's head, and said with a smile: "Although our nightmare is very powerful, we still need a partner, and the strength of more people is greater." ”

"Hey...... What the master said is extremely true, so when the master came here, was he going to find the former subordinates of the Nightmare to help? ”

After all, the Nightmare used to be the overlord here, and it was not difficult to mobilize such a few thousand demonic beasts.

Night Terror's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "No, we don't need shrimp soldiers and crab generals, we only need the elite of the elite!" ”

When you choke on the nightmare, why do you always feel that there are beasts and beasts that are going to be unlucky?

(End of chapter)